THE STORY OF ARTHUR STACE
He started early, usually before dawn ,and he wandered through all the streets of Sydney. Every morning he was somewhere else, Wynyard, Glebe, Paddington, Randwick, Central Station. As he said - where God directed him. Every night the message appeared in his head.
He was a very little man, bent, grey-haired, only five feet three inches tall and just seven stone. He looked frail enough to blow away.Then with the formality of another generation he always wore a grey felt hat, tie and prim double-breasted navy blue suit.
Sometimes in the dawn light he would be seen around Wynyard Station. He would nod to the drunks still left on the pavement and he would look at the debris of the affluent society stretched out on the park benches, trying to keep warm under newspapers. If he detected any movement there would be a pat on the head or a warm greeting.
He had the air of a man who understood.
As he walked every so often he would stop, pull out a crayon, bend down and write on the pavement in large, elegant copperplate - ETERNITY. He would move on a hundred yards then write it again, ETERNITY, nothing more, just one simple word.
For thirty-seven years he chalked this one-word sermon and he wrote it more than half a million times.
The Story of Arthur Stace
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Funny story for a rabid atheist to post, eh?
I suspect it's a funny world, actually, but I'm waiting on confirmation of this.